to Maya's place

"To our techie, Maya, the one who set-up the entire system," Nikki says, as we enter a parking lot in front of a condo complex and park at the nearest empty slot.

I grasp her broad hips and increase the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Give me another creampie," she breathes heavily, before I feel her warm juices on my cock.

I shoot my load into her quivering pussy and then collapse backward into the car seat. She immediately gets off the car, spilling our juices onto the concrete floor of the parking lot. "Can we slow down a bit?" I say weakly.

"Haha! So this is a stud's limit?" Nikki says teasingly. "How many times did you cum today?"

"Just a couple of times, I guess," I say, as we proceed towards the elevator. We get off at the 8th floor and proceed to Room 809. Nikki makes a rapid series of knocks that sounded somewhat like Morse code. The door opens to a familiar face-- in a t-shirt and boy shorts. "You work with Janet in sorting, right?" I ask Maya, noticing the tips of her nipples through her shirt.

She stares at me in a mixture of surprise and pity, and nods, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Have you two met before?" Nikki asks, intrigued.

"I heard about what happened, John. That Greta's a bitch! I'm guessing she framed you." Maya finally exclaims.

"Let's focus on the issue at hand, Maya. You both can talk later," Nikki states with urgency. "I think we've been hacked!"

"How do you know?" Maya asks. Nikki explains what had just happened in detail, omitting certain specifics, as the expression on Maya's face goes from curiousity to shock to anger, and finally relief. "I didn't detect any breach, so I'm guessing the client's hubby just got hold of her phone." Maya hypothesizes.

I glance at the computer screens on the table. "You use Django, right?"

"So you code?" Maya says in surprise.

"Just a little. Some personal projects." I respond.

"And how do we prevent a repeat of that?" Nikki asks.

"We need some form of confirmation that the client is who she says she is." Maya says.

"But we already have 2FA to confirm the request, right?"

"I guess this is more difficult than it appears. Most confirmations modes work well against non-related individuals, but if the person trying to gain access is the client's hubby, he either knows a lot about her, making security questions useless, or has access to all her devices, making 2FA useless." Maya explains.

"How about just a simple audio confirmation message?" I suggest.

"What do you mean?" Maya asks, glancing at me.

"Well, just ask them to personally confirm, via a phone call, and have them use a code word." I say.

"Explain?" Nikki asks.

"Ahh, you could call their number and play a pre-recorded message like 'client confirmation required'. Then they could reply with 'it's me, please confirm', which would mean everything's okay. Or, they could respond with 'it's really me, I need you to confirm', which would mean they're held at gunpoint, or **** to confirm by a non-spouse, or they could say 'you may take your time, but please confirm', which would mean ..."

"Got it!" says Nikki excitedly.

"Or we could just use two codes. First one would mean everything's okay, and the second one would mean, there is a problem. Like 'please confirm, it's me" being the first code, and 'it's me, please confirm' being the second code." Maya adds.

"And you have to respond with 'transaction confirmed' even if the response indicates there is a problem, so they won't be suspicious." I suggest.

"Great! Maybe both of you could work out the specifics." Nikki says.

Maya glances at Nikki with a confused look.

"Oh. I failed to mention it. John is our newest operative. Just hired him a while ago, as he needed a job." Nikki confirms. "And could you allow him to stay the night?"

Maya nods with a slight grin at me.

Nikki then gives me a peck on the lips and exits the room. "Bye hun."

Maya stares at me in a confused look. "What was that about?"

"Which one?" I ask.

"I know Nikki has a hubby, and she's calling you 'Hun'?"

"Which is exactly what this 'operation' is about, right? Only she has direct access to the 'operatives'."

"Without paying for it." Maya adds. "And you have a girlfriend, Doe, right? So what they said about you was true!"

"Hey, it's not like that. It was consensual."

"Meaning, you're in an open relationship with your girlfriend?"

"No. Well, let me explain." I narrate about the events with Greta, then tell about Alina, and finally concluding with what happened between me and Nikki.

"You're just like a used dildo!" Maya says bluntly.

"Well, that's a direct way to look at it, but I can't help it, right?"

"No. You need to stand on your own-- have a stiff backbone, not just a stiff cock .... And you code. Which makes you contradictory and interesting."

"How is that interesting?" I ask, unsure of what she meant.

She ignores my question and moves towards me, grasping my hardening cock through my trousers. "Ow, you're huge!"

Just then, my phone rings. It's Doe.

"Did you get a job?" Doe asks. Maya moves away from me towards the table with the monitors.

"Yes hun. I got a job, but it's hush-hush." I reply.

"Why hush-hush? Does that make it dangerous?" Doe asks, concern showing in her voice.

"I got it through a police officer." You notice Maya bend over, as if searching for something on the floor. Her shapely ass is pointed towards you-- her thick pussy lips, straining against the soft material.

"Oh? You're undercover?" Doe asks.

"No. Not that. Sorry, I can't give more details. It's part of the contract. But it's a job."

"So, you're coming home now?" Doe inquires. You notice Maya wiggling her ass slightly.